The stars align, their grim shadows dance
An astral waltz upon the canvas of night.
Enigmas etched in silent wavelengths,
Melodies of galaxies unspun, unsung.
In the distant echo, a hollow percussive beat,
Resonating through ether, cold and complete.
Engraved destinies upon comet trails,
A symphony of solitude, beyond the pale.
Listen, listen, to the cosmic dirge,
The unuttered tale of stars that converge.
For every note, a galaxy dies,
In spectral harmony, the universe lies.